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BLUE AND GOLD 



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BLUE AND GOLD 



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WILLIAM S. LORD 



CHICAGO 

prtnteU at STfje IBial Press 
1895 



I hi AY 15 1895 



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Copyright, 1895, 
By William 8. Lord. 

All right* reserved. 



BLUE AND GOLD. 

JJTTLE Two Years Old, my son, 

Life for you has just begun; 
Dew is fresh upon the grass 
All along the way you pass j 
Every blade your dear feet press 
Gives a gentle, cool caress. 
Violets and buttercups 
Chronicle your downs and ups. 
Blue and gold, and gold and blue, 
Seemeth all the world to you. 

Little Two Years Old, too soon 

You will know the heat of noon. 

Dust along your path will lie. 

And the grass be sere and dry. 

Every blade will give a thrust, 

Cry and urge, 'You must! You must!' 

Rose of flame with cruel thorn 

Best will tell the sweet pain borne. 

Red and brown, and brown and red. 

Seems the world the sun overhead. 



Little Two Years Old, the light 
Softens when you say 'good-night.' 
Sweet the journey will be when 
You are almost home again. 
Every footstep brings you near 
Faces, voices, long held dear. 
Gentian blue and golden-rod 
Lead you onward up to God. 
Blue and gold, and gold and blue 
So the world will be to you. 



CONTENTS. 

FAQB 

The Sonnet 9 

' Toward a Far Land ' 10 

everness .11 

The BauiAde of Brave Men 12 

The Invitation 14 

A Lyric 16 

Water Lilies 17 

The Drinking Fountain 18 

A Winter Song 21 

Across the Sea 22 

To a Dreamer 23 

Treachery 24 

The March Wind 25 

Sorrow in Summer 27 

Love a Prisoner 28 

Unsaid 29 

Love is Dead 30 

The Musician 32 

Love's Answer 33 

Constancy 34 

Song 35 

Words for Kubinstein's Melody 36 

In Maytime 37 

Rhyme-Bloom 38 

Recompense 40 

In Sight 41 

Transition 42 

September the Twenty-Fifth 43 

A Summer Morning 44 

Vacation 45 

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Contents. 

Little Travbuise Bat 4<] 

Pkofemsou David Swing 47 

The Cocntkt School 4g 

Slekp 80 

In Dkeamland 51 

SpAKiaH Lullaby 52 

SWINOINO TO DitEAULANO 53 

MoTBEB, Moon, and Stabs 54 

Heiqh-Ho! My Laddie, 01 • ... ^ .... 55 

scppose 5q 

My Rival * 58 

D0BCHE8TEB AND Dorothy 60 

Christmas is Coming g2 

Mother Goose 64 

Gb.vndmotheh'8 Sweetheart . 66 

Rhyme of the Coverlet 68 

TicK-TocK Lullaby 69 

Nautical Ned 70 

Little Elizabeth 72 

Alone with the Baby 74 

Swinging Song 76 

Stumble Toe 78 

The Wind's Song — In the Tree-top 80 

Dreaming and Doing 85 

SUBURBAN SILHOUETTES. 

A Ballade of Co-operative Cooking 87 

The Doctor's Ride gg 



The Frog Pond 



92 



The 'Fem. Sem,' Girl 94 

LiNDY ' gg 

The Kiss ' gg 

How the Other Half Live lOO 

Don't .'..'.'. \(yi 

Aunt Mary . ! 104 

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BLUE AND GOLD. 



THE SONNET. 

'THE room encircling Milton's mighty woe 
Will ne'er give echo to my feeble cry ; 
The Grasmere Cottage, with the brook near by, 

Where Wordsworth chanted, I will never know ; 

The home where Shakespeare lived so long ago 
May prison glories caught from his bright eye 
More gorgeous than the glow of sunset sky — 

For me in vain such matchless wonders show. 

But mark ! there is a little splendid space 
Shut in by walls the same to-day as when 
It knew the presence of these marvellous men, 
And I may pause in that enchanted place : 
What trumpet tones, what whisperings of delight, 
The Sonnet holds to gladden day and night ! 



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^TOWARD A FAR LAND: 

nrOWARD a far land, whose dream - discovered 
shore 

Our hearts do hope for, we are sailing on ; 

The way is dark, and mutinous thoughts, anon, 
Protest against the voyage, and implore 
The master. Faith, to search the sea no more 

For unknown lands. We soon are set upon 

By winds and waves of doubt, that make us con 
The awful vastness of what lies before. 

But oh, my brothers! bear abounding trust, 
And fearless Faith will doubting crew dismay : 

So was Columbus tried by thoughts unjust — 
"Who found a world, while seeking for a way 

That would be shorter, from Spain's heat and dust. 
To the fair gardens of far-famed Cathay ! 



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E VERNE S 8. 

\A7HAT of the land, and what of the sea, 

And what of the sky bending over ? 

What is the message they 're bringing to thee 

In language of cloud, wave, and clover ? 

The cloud melts and scatters, and lost in the sea 
Is the wave in its mighty endeavor ; 

The sweets of the clover belong to the bee, 
But sea, land, and sky are forever. 



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THE BALLADE OF BRAVE MEN. 

A SONG for the men so true, 

The sailors of sunken ships, 
The sport of the winds that blew, 

Devoured by the waves' wliite lips. 

There, where the seagull dips. 
There, 'neath the sky so blue, 

There, where the schoolboy strips — 
Brave men, there is rest for you. 

A song for the shipwrecked crew, 

The men of the docks and slips, 
Propelled by a sail or screw 

You made many perilous trips ; 

With the canvas torn to strips. 
Before the gale you flew ; 

No more the wild wind whips — 
Brave men, there is rest for you. 

A song for the men too few — 
For nature so few equips — 



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Who drink that awful brew 
That only a brave man sips. 
The stanchest of ships are chips ; 

No power can the sea subdue. 
No longer the cold spray drips — 

Brave men, there is rest for you. 

ENVOY. 

Dear friend, every true soul tips 
To bravery when in view ; 

Where never a chill wind nips, 
Brave men, there is rest for you. 



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THE INVITATION. 

\A/nEN April seta her seal upon 

The year, and 'twixt the showers 
The truant sun returns at last 
To bless the budding flowers; 

When skies are dappled, softest blue 

With flecks of softest gray, 
And those who love the greening wood 

May tread the woodland way; 

When earth seems new, fresh from the hand 

Of God, and strangely bright ; 
And winds no longer pinch or chill, 

But stir us with delight ; 

When mating birds begin their lay. 

And make the season's plans ; 
When all are winged architects 

Instead of artisans ; 



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Then let us stray together where, 
Shut out from worldly din, 

We may surprise the secrets hid 
The mother's heart within. 

Dear Nature woos us to her breast, 
Would have us babes again, 

And I, for one, am ready, friend — 
'Tis milk to nourish men. 



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A LYRIC. 

A LYRIC, miss, 

Is the muse's kiss. 
Brief and sweet, 
Yet complete 
As a smile on a face, 
Or a bit of lace, 
Or a turn of wit; 

It, 

Ywis, 

Is neat 
As a Grecian vase. 

A single star 

On a silver bar ; 

Or a drop of dew 

With a sunbeam through ; 

The flash of a stream 

Where gold sands beam, 

Put in a song, 

Long, 

And far. 

For you 
In a lyric gleam. 

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WATER LILIES. 

T TPON the surface of the river lie 

White water lilies; left to drift they seem, 
Yet changing winds and currents they^ defy. 

So may my faith, deep-rooted, rest secure 
Upon the surface of life's running stream. 
And every change of circumstance endure. 



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THE DRINKING FOUNTAIN 

LJ ERE in the midst of a city street, 

Worn by the tread of a million feet, 
Day by day I sing my song, 
Never heard by the hurrying throng. 
Man and beast, as they stop to drink, 
Have no time on my song to tliink. 
Still I sing as a minstrel may : 
One may harken and hear some day. 

High on a mountain once I dwelt ; 
Heaven's winds were all I felt; 
Mirrored in my bosom bright 
Day by day the * king of light,' 
Night by night the < starry hosts ' — 
All the grandeur heaven boasts, — 
Sturm and cloud and mountain peak, 
Nothing idle, aimless, weak; 
Calm and cool and clear I stood 
Thinking all was grand and good. 



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Once a stranger passing by 
Told of how his f ello\7s die : 
How for want of my cool wave 
Men were dying, good and brave ; 
Little children ; beast and bird : 
And I treasured every word ; 
Pondered them for many a day ; 
Longed at last to break away 
From my fastness, lone and high, 
Bearing life to those who die. 
Down the mountain-side I slid ; 
In the forest depths I hid ; 
Rippled over stones and sands ; 
Touched the edge of pleasant lands, 
Murmuring as I slipped along 
Ever some soul-cheering song ; 
Giving life and quenching thirst, 
Till my heart seemed like to burst 
With the joys at my dispense 
Like another Providence. 
And at last I reached the town, 
"Where the sun's rays beating down 
Parched and shriveled everything — 
Leaf and pauper, beast and king. 



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Here at morn and eve I play, 

Taking pain of thirst away; 

Giving free as I used to take; 

Joy is mine in the joy I make; 

Happier far am I than when 

Strange were the faces of beaerts and men. 



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A WINTER SONG. 

UERE in the north the snow lies deep ; 

The winds are keen with an edge that bites ; 

The days are short and long the nights ; 
And all that is gentle is dead or asleep. 

Afar in the south the sunshine falls ; 

The winds blow soft with a lover-like kiss ; 

And all of the summer I fondly miss 
Is awake and out of the distance calls. 



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ACROSS THE SEA. 

A CROSS the sea your verses came 

From that dear land where Shakespeare's flame 
Was kindled into such a glow 
All other bards like fireflies show — 

Mere sparks, but sparks of light the same. 

Do poets there still hope for fame? 
Where Burns and Keats — oh, I can name 
So many whose sweet songs still blow 
Across the sea ! 

Yes, still they hope ; and who shall blame 
Their courage, or their song defame, 

When such clear notes from your pipe flow? 

The muse loves English soil, I know 
And would, if only your song came 
Across the sea. 



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TO A DREAMER. 

A FTER many an idle day, 

Dreamer, hasten you away. 
Build a house to baffle woe : 
"Winds of winter when they blow 
Like a lash wiU strike and sting ; 
Bees are ever busying ; 
While you indolently dream 
Hear the constant running stream. 
Yonder, in the marsh, a pool. 
Like the dead eye of a ghoul. 
Glitters and profanes the sky 
To the noisome things that lie 
In its depths of pestilence. 

Go ; and as you journey hence 
May your fondest dreams come true. 
All the Ages counsel you. 



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TREACHERY. 

[The two-year-old son of Capt. Lawrence O. Lawaon, of 
the United States Life Saving Station at Evanston, Dl., was 
druwned within sight of his home while playing on the lake 
shore.] 

Storm. 

■THE seething surf, the angry sea ho braves 
To rescue in his life-boat men of brawn, 
Who else would perish. Set of sun, or dawn, 

Finds him prepared to battle warring waves. 

Calm. 
O treacherous sea, to fling a flag of truce, 

And take a noble foemau unawares ! 

To seize his chihl, the sum of hopes and prayers, 
When all was calm — to watch thee little use. 



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THE MARCH WIND. 

Q MARCH wind, 

What is it grieves thee to despair ? 
Have you sinned 

That furies seek thee everywhere ? 

Not so ; I have lost my little ones dear ; 
I covered them softly with robe of white 
And left them alone of a winter night. 
The moon I left burning and little stars bright — 
Oh, kind souls hear ! 

I left them alone, without a fear, 

Tucked snugly into their soft warm bed, 
Then off on an errand of joy I sped, 
And now they are gone and I wish I were dead — 
Oh, kind souls hear ! 

I am seeking them everywhere, far and near, 
And my sighing and crying and shrieking must 



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At last make them hear as I corae with a gast 
And wearing a veil of blinding dust — 
Oh, kind souls hear ! 

The March wind thus her story told ; 
A mortal may the rest unfold. 

Her sad soul, weary of searching vain, 

At last grew still. Then fell a rain 

Of tears, and tears — sweet April showers: 
And then she smiled and found May flowers — 

Her little ones dear, — awake again. 



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SORROW IN SUMMER. 

"THE glad green hills uprise to sadden me ; 

The happy sunlit vales I see through tears ; 

The laughter-loving brooks ofEend my ears 
With mirthful music; every gleeful tree 
That claps its myriad hands in jollity 

The spectre of some dear, dead joy appears ; 

The dancing sunbeams mock unnumbered fears , 
Though soft the winds, they blow full bitterly. 

The mask of gladness Nature gaily wears 

No more deceives the eyes made clear by grief ; 

I know the chiU her secret bosom bears, 

Nor Summer's warmth, nor Beauty, brings relief: 

As cold and white and pure as drifted snow 

My love 's asleep the smiling sod below. 



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LOVE A PRISONER. 

r^NE day Love came. I welcomed him. 

As tenant of this house of clay 
I l)ade him stay. 
I set him in a room apart — 
The inmost chamber of my heart. 
For servants, at his beck and call, 
My senses all, 
While hands and feet 
His will obey with joy complete. 
Out of the windows he can gaze 
On pleasant days, 

But when it rains the panes are dim — 
It's smiles or tears because of him 
That fill my eyes ; 
Yet, always, he 's a sweet surprise ! 
My prisoner now, I '11 keep him so, 
This one-time guest; 
Should he escape me, high and low 
I'd go in quest. 

That darkened chamber, my poor heart. 
Would be a tomb should he depart. 



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UNSAID. 

CWEET is the honey the bee hath stored, 

Hived for a winter day ; 
But sweeter than all of the precious hoard 
The drops that were spilled in May. 

Fair the rose in the garden grows, 

Queen of the lovely band ; 
But fairer the flower that never knows 

The touch of the gardener's hand. 

Words of love are honey sweet, 

Each word is a flower f uU fair ; 
But fairer and sweeter, than speech completer, 

The thoughts that love doth dare. 



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LOVE IS DEAD. 

MOAN, ye wind, moan, oh, moan, 

(Fog o' th' fen and salt o* th' Bea), 
Toss ye the trees till they groan, 
(Fog o' th' fen and salt o' th' sea). 
Love is dead, 
Tears are shed, 
Hope has fled ; 
Dole ye a dirge with me. 

Where have they buried him, wind? 

(Fog o' th' fen and salt o' th' sea), 
Search through the world till ye find, 
(Fog o' th' fen and salt o' th' sea). 
Now quick and now slow, 
Above and below, 
Away let us go ! 
Where he is buried lay me. 



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Gone is the sweet o' th' rose, 

(Fog o' th' fen and salt o' th' sea), 
Where it is he only knows, 

(Fog o' th' fen and salt o' th' sea). 
The skies are not blue, 
Nor sparkles the dew, 
All hearts are untrue — 
Naught but the salt o' th' sea ! 



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THE MUSICIAN. 

\A/^HEN some great master lets his soul go free 
Oh wings of music, which beat silent air 

Until a rose tint blushes everywhere, 
And heaven is bursting with the melody ; 

Or when a Patti, or a Gerster, sings. 
And ears are lips which drink the liquid sound 
Until the soul in music's spell is bound. 

And life forgot, with all the care it brings ; 

Then have I thought no greater art could be ; 
Though I should live for ages, and should hear 
The best that ever came to mortal ear. 

No sounds more sweet would ever visit me. 
And yet, dear heart, tliy hand, love-taught, just now 
Woke sweeter music laid upou my brow. 



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LOVWS ANSWER. 

\A/ITH lips and hands Love answereth— 
'Tis *aye' and *aye' and never 'nay.' 
How will it be some other day ? 

What will Love's answer be to Death? 
The same quick answer to the end, 

For Love can see where we are blind 
And knows that Death is only kind — 

To immortality a friend. 



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CONSTANCY. 

J F Age should set his finger on her brow 

And write November on her May-day face; 

Should rob her form of all its lovely grace, 
And turn to silver locks so raven now; 
Should dim her lustrous eyes and disallow 

Her ears all hearing ; should destroy, efface, 

All things that in her memory have place. 
And so with life alone her frame endow, — 
I still would love her, still her servant be, 
And strive to merit by my constancy 

The place she gives me in her heart to-day. 

To there abide in such a perfect way 
A life of changeless love would leave to me 

A debt to her which I could never pay. 



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SONG. 



MIGHT shadows o'er the earth are falling, 
The birds their good-night carols calling, 
The twinkling stars in heaven appearing 
Have filled me with sweet thoughts endearing, 
Dear love, of thee. 

My heart, like night, o'er thee is brooding, 
My thoughts in love songs are intruding. 
Like stars my hopes in heaven are shining. 
My heart, my thoughts, my hopes inclining, 
Dear love, to thee. 

The day will dawn, the stars will vanish ; 
Be not the sun my hopes to banish ! 
Be thou my day, my sweet to-morrow. 
Bringing much joy and naught of sorrow, 
Dear love, with thee. 



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WORDS FOR RUBINSTEIN'S MELODY. 

* T LOVE thee, I love thee,' my heart ever cries ; 

' I love thee, I love thee,' thy true heart replies ; 
The days that divide us, oh, may they fly faat 
And bring us together forever at last 1 
The days that are gone I will never forget, 
And may not the future hold sweeter ones yet? 
Oh, sorrow be gone ! 
After night cometh dawn, 
And loving thee, loving thee, what can befall? 
Thy love like God's sunshine brighteneth all. 

* I love thee, I love thee,* to-morrows untold ; 

' I love thee, I love thee,' will never grow old. 
O heart of my heart ! one brief moment with thee 
And ages of sorrow forgotten would be ; 
What bliss will be mine when the sad days have past 
And we are together forever at last ! 

Oh, sorrow be gone ! 

After night cometh dawn, 
And loving thee, loving thee, what can befall ? 
Thy love like God's sunshine brighteneth all. 



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IN MAYTIME. 

CWEETHEART, my sweetheart forever! 

Sweetheart, I'm thinking of you; 
Springtime will never come, never, 

But love wiU awaken anew. 
The buds and the blossoms of Maytime 

Are but the sweet signs of the joy 
That fill me with dreams in the daytime — 

Dear visions I knew as a boy. 

Sweetheart, the days that have gladdened 

My heart with a rapture divine. 
Sweeten the sorrows that saddened 

Brief moments of your life and mine ; 
And now, with the sun shining brightly. 

And every wind stirring a joy, 
I bless the tears fallen so lightly — 

They've freshened the love of your boy. 



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RHYME-BLOOM. 

LJ ERE 'S a blossom, lady mine, 

Time can't change — 'tis ever thine: 
Heat of summer, frost of fall. 
Cannot wither — seasons all 
Keep its fragrance, color, pride, 
Just for thee and none beside. 
Take it, pray, and let it be 
Emblem of my constancy. 

When your heart is struck with grief 
And the tears that bring relief 
Fall upon this blossom, dear, 
Fairer, fresher 'twill appear. 
So my love would richer be 
For a sorrow come to thee. 
Try me, Bweet, oh, test my heart ! 
Know how dear to me thou art ! 

When with joy your heart doth bound 
And you scatter sunshine round. 



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Light and warmth will then unfold 
Sweeter sweets than ere were told. 
Love like mine would only know 
Full perfection loving so; 
Happiness would be your share 
Whether winds were foul or fair. 



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RECOMPENSE. 

A S some great tree that deeper, day by day, 
Takes root into the earth — some hardy oak 
That firmer stands for every tempest stroke, 
And grapples with huge rocks which bar its way, — 
Doth push abroad, into the winds that sway, 

New branches and new buds, which suns provoke 
To leaves of living g^reen, until they cloak 
Its trunk in beauty, and new strength display ; 

So does the human soul, when torn with grief, 
Grown stronger for the trial and the pain. 
Reach out for truths that know not time nor 
change. 
And hold them fast, until they bring relief, 
While hope and gladness blossom out again 
In beauty new and wonderful and strange. 



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IN SIGST. 

T ONG years, beloved, held us far apart; 

^A waste of days, the goal beyond our sight, 
We only knew by our firm faith in right, 

That somehow, some day, bringing heart to heart, 

Our ways would meet and nevermore would part, 
And we would both be happy, bearmg light 
To make life's journey for each other bright. 

And knowing balm to heal each burning smart. 

But now, oh joy ! beloved, see the goal! 
Behold the glory of that mountam peak. 

Ah, sweet, your eyes are lit with happy tears, 
A light is in them laying bare your soul. 
A little while, dear love, and all we seek 

Will then be ours, to crown the coming years. 



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TRANSITION. 

^^ITH happy hands I formed a frame around 

A dear sweet face, and gazed into the eyes 
Their utmost hidden depths of blue to sound, 

In search of those sweet springs of paradise 
Whereat the thirsting soul may satisfy 

Itself in pools of light and love and life. 
I thought I had discovered where do lie 

Those secret fountains, still, unstirred by strife,— 

When, suddenly, Death trailed her shadowy shroud : 
My face grew grave and pale ; I loosed my hands, 

And, looking in Love's face, where, like a cloud 
Before the sun, stood Wonder, thought whose 
bands 

Would Death first loose, and prayed that hers first be 

And she be spared the pain of mourning me. 



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SEPTEMBER TEE TWENTY-FIFTH. 

PERHAPS in aU this cruel changeful world 

^ There may be some who hate this blessed day 
Because it brought them terror and dismay, 

Or from some seat of fortune found them hurled; 

Or some, with joy's bright banner closely furled, 
May keep the day in sadness, giving way 
To grievous tears, that burn as deep to-day 

Aswhenfromsorrow'ssource they firstwere whirled. 

Oh, you that hate the day, and speak it ill, 
Be sure it brought a gem beyond all price ; 

And you who weep, uncomforted, be still,— 
An angel came this day from paradise: 

Upon this day my dearest love was born,— 

The rarest jewel day hath ever worn. 



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A SUMMER MORNING. 

A SKY of blue with white sails set 

To stay the soft south wind ; 
A carpet green, that treasures yet 
The gems Night left behind. 

A bird has lit on yonder bough ; 

She scolds her mate, who sings 
Anew each tender sacred vow, 

And tells the love he brings. 

Upon a grassy knoll I lie, — 
The green leaves swing in glee ; 

Far down the east the gentle sky 
Presses the waves toward me. 



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VACATION. 

UAPPY the days that Summer's lap doth hold, 
The idle days, the days that pass like dreams, 
Leaving no trace, or trace so faint it seems 

No more enduring than the message told 

By marks upon a beach by breakers rolled ; 
The past is lost, the future only gleams 
Far-distant, silvern, like the moon's pale beams. 

To check ambition with its temperate cold. 

Only the present lives vacation-time, 

The wheeling shade, the unconstant breeze, the 
sun. 
And time to weave some fancy into rhyme — 

So swiftly days their silent courses run ! 
And when, at last, these dear delights depart, 
Lo ! strength has come to arm and brain and heart. 



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LITTLE TRAVERSE BAY. 

P\EAREST to me of all these inland seas 
Art thou, great Michigan. Thy bosom bears 
Perpetual grandeur. Every hour prepares 

New glories for the recompense of these 

That follow close the footsteps of the breeze, 
And loss is gain, for nothing past compares 
With thy dear present — in such equal shares 

Dost thou reveal thy countless treasuries. 

Before me now thy greens and purples show. 
Dissolving bands that reach from shore to shore ; 

Thy wide expanse is flecked as if with snow 

That melts at once yet seems to come the more ; 

The waves roll in and stretch their arms to reach 

The restless sands upon the wind-blown beach. 



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PB0FE8S0B DAVID SWING. 

URIEND of the world he was ; no living thing 
But knew his love ; God's sunshine in his heart 
Made it a place of heaven the counterpart 

Where greatest souls their highest thoughts might 
bring, 

Or even the lowly cricket chirp and sing, 
Assured of welcome ; for he knew the art 
Of nature, felt the greening grass-blade start, 

And heralded the advent of the spring. 

Now he is gone, the friend of art and song, 
Who loved the earth, the air, the sea, the sky; 
Whose faith in God and in his brother man 
Will make his name to be remembered long. 

Like men of old he spake. His light, held high, 
Made white the pathway wheresoe'er he ran. 



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THE COUNTRY SCHOOL. 

AT this old desk some rugged urchin sat 

To learn his letters and such words as ' cat *; 
His sun-browned feet were bare upon the floor, 
Which knew no polish save such smoothing o'er 
As twenty pairs of restless feet may give 
While wisdom wriggles through each tousled sieve. 
Perchance the master was some cultured man 
Whose mind, though mighty, had not solved Grod's 

plan 
To raise him from this humble, tiresome trust 
To one all conflict, glory, heat, and dust, — 
Some future Garfield to attract the eye 
By great achievements, and at last to die 
Mourned by his country; or some struggling soul 
Who through this gate must pass to reach his goal — 
Who lived unconscious of the pent-up song 
His lips would utter to be treasured long. 

Through open windows hear the drowsy hum 
Of insects, now that balmy June has come. 



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Soft winds are stirring, and the fearless fiy 

Has just begun his pestering ways to try. 

The lessons lag, and restless hands and feet 

Find idle pastime on the floor and seat ; 

And now the master's face turns toward the wall; 

His glance is followed by the eyes of all; 

The clock, persistent, slow, but ever sure, 

WiU soon release the bonds they now endure, 

And down the dusty lane and over field 

"Will lad and lass go loitering, till the yield 

Of sunshine lessens and long shadows fall 

And milking-time and supper homeward call. 

And now 'tis winter, and the tingling air 
Upon each window makes frost-tracings rare. 
The wood-box bursts beneath the stored-up heat ; 
The round stove glows, and forty snow-wet feet 
Are drying, and the little room is full 
Of odors of burned leather and steamed wool. 
Along the wall, after each one is wrung, 
Are rows of leggings, mittens, tippets hung. 
The promised pleasure of a ' spelling bee ' 
Will make to-day a day of jollity. 



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SLEEP. 

C LEEP is a mystic river no mortal eye hath seen, 
"With poppy flowers are nodding the banks it 

flows between; 
It finds its source in silence where stars together 

sing, 
And down to weary mortals the message hastes to 

bring. 

The boats upon its bosom, that float, an idle throng. 
Are dreams that to the rainbow or to the moon 

belong ; 
They *re drifting toward the harbor outside the port 

o£ day 
Where morning light will scatter each vision barque 

away. 



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IN DREAMLAND. 

UUSH-A-BY, baby, close thine eyes, 

Mother will sing sweet lullabies ; 
Softly the cradle will be rocked 
Till pretty eyelids sleep as locked. 
And you are away in Dreamland, 
In Dreamland. 

Hush-a-by, little one, daylight dies 
While I am singing lullabies. 
Where does it vanish, baby dear? 
Into that land so far, so near, 

The land of sleep, called Dreamland, 
Called Dreamland. 

Hush-a-by, babe. What dims mine eyes 
While I am singing lullabies? 
What if the darkness knew no day ! 
What if my darling strayed away 
To evermore dwell in Dreamland, 
In Dreamland ! 



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SPANISH LULLABY. 

(A. D. 1493.) 

DRETTY, my Pedro, a bird of the sea 
Long ago brought a sweet message to me 
The waters are ever repeating: 
'Sweetheart,' they're saying, *a beautiful land 
Westward is waiting a queen to command ; 
From thither your lover sends greeting ! ' 

Pretty, my Pedro, your father unfurled 
Sail with Columbus to find a new world 

Afar where the sunset is glowing. 
Then I was fearful the future to scan ; 
Now I am hopeful with you, little man, 

And visions of promise are growing. 

Pretty, my Pedro, your sails, too, are set: 
Sleep, the Good Master, will guide you, my pet, 

To realms of beautiful splendor. 
Sure as your waking his coming will be. 
Father to you, sweet, and husband to me, 

And lover so true and so tender. 



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SWINGING TO DREAMLAND. 

C WING, baby, swing to Dreamland ; 

There, sweet, in slumber go ; 
My song wiU blend in seemland 

With songs the angels know ; 
Thy hammock will be golden 

And like the crescent moon, 
And in its hollow holden 

Thou wilt be sailing soon. 

Go swinging, swaying, swinging, 

High up among the stars ; 
At mother's wish upspringing 

Shall sleep let down the bars ; 
Although thy hammock golden 

Is like the crescent moon, 
Thou wilt, in my arms holden, 

Wake bright and laughing soon. 



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MOTHER, MOON, AND S-TARS. 

THE moon is bending o'er the sea, 

As I, my babe, bend over thee; 
She rocks it gently to and fro, 
As I now rock you — so, and so; 
The wind, her breath, sings softly, ' Dear 
Sleep sweetly now, for I am near.' 

The stars look down upon the lea, 
As I, my babe, look down on thee ; 
The earth 's at rest ; they vigils keep, 
As I watch o'er thy peaceful sleep. 
And through the silence I can hear, 
'Sleep sweetly now, for we are near.' 



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HEIGH-HO! MY LADDIE, 0! 

J^EIGH - HO ! my laddie, O ! 

'Tis bedtime now for dearie; 
By-lo ! away we go 

To rest the limbs so weary. 
At last my boy grows tired of play 
That fills with joy the live-long day, 
And welcomes night when shadows gray 
From the underworld come stealing. 

Heigh-ho ! my laddie, ! 

The stars a watch are keeping; 
By-lo ! they 're shining so 

To guard my boy while sleeping. 
And soon, relit, the world all new. 
With skies to match your eyes of blue, 
Another day will dawn for you, 
Every hour new joys revealing. 



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SUPPOSE. 

C UPPOSE you were reading some wonderful tome 

That led you way back in the past, 
Till with feasting and fighting in Athens or Rome 

You'd forget in what age you were cast; 
Suppose while thus ' busy ' you heard a wee voice 

And felt a small hand on your knee, 
Would the world of the present or past be your choice 

At the sound of that little * take me ' ? 
Oh, come now ! Be honest ! What would you do ? 
You 'd * take ' Tiny Toddler and hug him to you. 

Suppose you had been in the city all day, 

In the trouble and turmoil of trade. 
Till your brain was so weary you felt the dismay 

Of an overtaxed surface-car jade ; 
Suppose you were smoking and taking your ease. 

And in should come little Boy Blue 
To ' play horsey ' with papa, and ' wouldn't he please 

To kick up' and such antics go through? 

Oh, corns now ! Be honest ! Wliat would you do ? 

You\l jirauce and ^j)lay horsey' with little Boy 

Blue! 

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Suppose you were thinking of serious things, 

Of questions mortality asks, 
Till life, with the problems perplexing it brings, 

Seemed a round of impossible tasks ; 
Suppose while thus puzzled, a frown on your brow 

And your face looking solemn and grim. 
Little laddie insists you shall be a < bow-wow ' 

Or sing ' Hey, diddle, diddle ! ' to him ! 
Oh, come now! Be honest! What would you do? 
You 'd ' hark ' or recite Mother Goose, would n't you ? 



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MY RIVAL. 

t-IER heart was all mine until ?ie came along, 

My rival, the hero of this little song. 
With so mach agjainst him I marvel that he 
For even a moment can dispossess me. 
He is not so tall by some inches {rny height 
For a number of years has been her delight), 
Has never the sign of a beard on his chin 
And the hair on his head is decidedly thin; 
Yet, the very first time she saw him, she said, 
'The darling, I love him ! ' and tears for joy shed. 

His eyes they are blue, and blue eyes in a man 
She detests as only a good woman can ; 
Regarding his teeth, about them the less said 
The better — he has not a tooth in his head! 
He not only chews gjum but chews gums, which is 

worse, — 
A sin she abhors as a positive curse. 
My rival? I smiled — a ridiculous thought! 
And into her presence the strange prince brought, 
And the very first moment she saw him she said, 
* The darling, I love him ! ' and tears for joy shed. 

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My rival ! Believe me, I love him full well 
Or defects in his make-up I never would tell. 
The place he has taken I want him to keep, 
Close, close to her heart! — Hear her sing him to 

sleep ! 
And yet, notwithstanding, I want you to know 
He 's a rival unrivaled. Go search high and low 
(Don't look in your cradle for any such joy) 
And find if you can such a sweet baby boy. 
No wonder the moment she saw him she said, 
'The darUng, I love him ! ' and tears for joy shed. 



Blue anU (Sain. 



DORCHESTER AND DOROTHY. 

nORCHESTEB, Dorothy, lad and lass, 
Brother and sister, it came to pass. 

Never each other knew ; 
Lassie is five years, while laddie 'd be seven — 
One upon earth and the other in heaven, — 

So these children grew. 

Dorothy, Dorchester (sweetest of names) 
Never together played pretty games, — 

Dorothy plays them alone. 
She does not miss him ; she could n't, you know. 
But mother, who watches her, misses him so — 

Longs for her little 'my own!' 

Dorchester, Dorothy ! Many the night 
Both in her arms have been folded tight, 

Sung to and put into bed. 
Only the one ! She knows there are two — 
Mother-love truly such wonders can do ! — 

Dorchester seemeth not dead. 



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Dorothy, Dorchester, always, I know. 
Side by side in her heart do grow, 

Giving her heart a joy ; 
But first to awaken a love divine. 
First to make sorrow a friend benign, 

First in her heart is her boy. 



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CHRISTMAS IS COMING. 

QHRISTMAS is coming! Oh, my! Oh, my! 

Look out, little man, don't cry! Don't cry! 
For Santa Claus loveth a brave little boy, 
And surely remembers all such with a toy 

Or a game or a book 

Or a long candy crook — 
Never mind if your tumble did hurt, don't cry! 

Christmas is coming, and my little lad 
Will forget every troublesome bump he has had! 
It bringeth a balm for each bruise, and the smart 
Of the saddest of griefs for the time will depart. 

The joy of the bells 

In each bosom swells. 
For the goodness of giving makes every heart glad. 

Yes, Christmas is coming! That wonderful day 
The children delight in is not far away. 



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Then candies and cookies and wagons and sleds, 
And jumping- jacks, whistles, and dolls' little beds 
Are scattered abroad, 
And the children applaud 
Each treasure from Santa Claus' wonderful sleigh. 



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MOTHER GOOSE. 

"THERE'S a book we all know and -can qnote by 
the page, 

No other book stands in its place ; 
In childhood, in manhood, in youth, and in age, 

Its jingling wisdom we trace. 
'Tis a book that we love (you'll do well to confess) 

No matter what others we use, 
And its title is — what? Now couldn't you guess? 

Of course ! It is old Mother Goose. 

The first time you read it you skipped all the words, 

The pictures alone took your eye ; 
Those wonderful pictures of beasts and of birds, 

Of creatures that crawl, walk, or fly ; 
You cared not a bit for the wisdom and wit, 

Nor detected the rhyming was loose — 
On the floor by the hour you would silently sit 

Enchanted by dear Mother Goose. 

There was Old King Cole, the merry old soul, 
And Miss Muffet with curds and whey ; 

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The men who went sailing the sea in a bowl, 

And the lady-bug idling away ; 
There was Little Boy Blue, and Jack Horner too, 

And Miss Flinders who suffered abuse ; 
And the birds in the pie, and Cry, Baby, Cry — 

They're still living in good Mother Goose. 

Mother Goose does not rank very high in the list 

Of best books — oh, give her a prop ! 
Come help me to maintain her claims — to insist 

That she's given a place near the top. 
There may be some better (how many are worse !) 

Her maligners will cry for a truce 
If we take up her standard and stoutly rehearse 

The glories of good Mother Goose. 



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GRANDMOTHER'S SWEETHEART. 

QRANDMOTHER'S sweetheart, here is a line 

She eencleth tliee for a valentine. 
Loving thee more than her heart can tell 
(I wonder if you love her so well ? ) 
With every letter she sends a kiss. 
Her eyes grow dim while she 's writing this, 
For, Sweetheart Fanny, you must know 
It maketh the heart ache loving so. 

Grandmother's sweetheart liveth afar 
Down by the bay where the big ships are, 
And never a ship does grandmother see 
But beareth her message of love to thee. 
The whole great wonderful fleet of ships 
That lie at rest in their quiet slips, 
With their caverns and caves of space all told 
The love that she bears thee could not hold. 

So, Sweetheart Fanny, a little while 
Grandmother's lovo on theo will smile ; 



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Then, drifting out on an unknown sea, 
In the great beyond she will wait for thee. 
And others will come and praise your eyes, 
And tell their love with a million sighs ; 
But never a one of them all will know 
A deeper love than her heart can show. 



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RHYME OF THE COVERLET. 

DOCKABY, rockaby, 
Winter 'a in town — 
Cover the baby up •warm. 

Under a drift of white wool soft as down 
What will he know of the storm? 

Rockaby, rockaby, 

Springtime is near. 
When baby goeth to sleep 

Under this blossomy coverlet, dear, 
Let not a chill wind creep. 

Rockaby, rockaby, 

Summer unbars — 
Cover the baby aright. 

Under a canopy sprinkled with stars 
What will he know of the night ? 

Rockaby, rockaby. 

Autumn is bold — 
Cover him up like a king : 

Robes of purple and cloth of gold ; 
Tribute and service bring. 



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TICK- TOOK LULLABY. 

TTHERE 'S a little tired shoe and a little mussed 
frock, 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, 
And there on the floor lies a little limp sock, 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock; 
They're glad, I am sure, after going all day, 
To rest from the labor and pleasure of play, 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. 

How quietly sleep comes — count the clock ! 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, 
Comes in at the door with never a knock, 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, 
With no one to greet him, welcomest guest! 
He enters and giveth his dear ones rest, 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. 

Perhaps he is near us while we rock, 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, 
And soon will disclose his wonderful stock, 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, 
In exchange for thy store of weariness. 
His bag of dreams he will leave, I guess, 

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. 

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NAUTICAL NED. 

T SING of a toddling mariner chap^ 

With wide flowing trousers and sailor's cap; 
His little warm jacket, with buttons and braid, 
Bespeaks the bold rover to run a blockade. 
No longer miscall him — when all has been said, 
His name is not Edward, but Nautical Ned; 
A wee little, free little fellow is he, 
And yet he 's a regular man of the sea. 

I question if ever he walked a ship's deck, 
Or felt the salt spray on his cheek or his neck ; 
And surely those blue eyes never have scanned 
The far-o£E horizon for long-looked-for land. 
What odds if never the sea he has crossed, 
In a tub of a boat been rudely tossed? 
He tosses the sea in a tub of his own. 
While tlie waves dash high and the women make 
moan! 

The most wonderful cruiser ever afloat 

Is the world — she is truly a marvellous boat ! 

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And sailing out on the sea of Time, 

So tempest-tossed, to another clime. 

It is sweet to think that such sailors are 

As Nautical Ned, the jolly young tar! 

With the great, good Captain, and such as these, 

Who cares for the wind-swept stormy seas ? 



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LITTLE ELIZABETH. 

f ITTLE Elizabeth, how shaU I say 

The joy you put in my heart one day 
When I was in Gotham, a thousand miles 
From home and the light of my dear one's smiles? 
Your cherub face with the winsome eyes 
At first was full of a shy surprise, 
But soon you gave me your heart, and then 
I was here at home with Boy Blue again. 

Little Elizabeth, do you know 

(You surely will when you older grow) 

How lonely it is when one is away 

A month, a week, or a single day. 

From those who love us and whom we love ? 

And how we welcome, all else above, 

A face, a hand-touch, a tone of voice 

That takes us home where our hearts rejoice ? 

Little Elizabeth, motherless child, 
I wonder if she is reconciled ? 



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I wonder if mothers, when they die, 

Look down on their loved ones from on high? 

Perhaps, in walking the streets of gold, 

A little child she may behold 

And fold it close to her heart, and then 

Be at home on earth with her babe again. 



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ALONE WITH THE BABY. 

A LONE with the baby one whole day, 

So mama may go to the Fair. 
Papa and Rowland! What did you say? 

Afraid we 'U be lonesome ? Do n't care ! 
All day together. My, what fun ! 
The day will be done 
Before it 's begun, 
For Rowland and I are a pair! 

I 've a 'list' in my pocket of what I 'm to do. 

And I notice some moments to spare. 
I like to take care of the baby, don't you? 

I 'd rather than go to the Fair. 
I tell you the baby and I will have fun ! 
The day will be done 
Before it 's begun, 
For Rowland and I are a pair ! 

When ten o'clock comes I 'm to give him a drink 
From ' the glass on the bureau ' right there. 

At eleven the broth, oh, help me to think ! 
And a ' gem ' — so my orders declare. 

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When he's hungry I'll feed him ! What glorious fun ! 
The day will be done 
Before it 's begun, 
For Rowland and I are a pair ! 

At twelve we go riding — he '11 be « in the push/ 

Which I '11 push with the greatest of care ; 
At one I 'm to sing to him ' Hush-a-By, Hush ! ' 

Until dream visions float in the air. 
When he 's sleepy I '11 sing him to sleep ! More fun ? 
The day will be done 
Before it 's begun, 
For Rowland and I are a pair ! 

At two — but, good gracious ! you need not expect 

More details of this little affair ; 
The youngster 's awake, if I 'm not incorrect. 

To begin the good time we 're to share. 
I hope his ideas are like mine — about fun ! 
Before it 's begun 
I wish the day done 
Although we're so much of a pair! 



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SWINGING SONG. 

A HAMMOCK gently swinging, 

A mother bends above ; 
She to her babe is singing 

With heart all full of love. 
Tlie little maiden swaying 

Beneath the greenwood tree 
Has set her heart to saying, 
* Love me as I love thee.' 

So swaying, swinging slowly. 
Her loved one to and fro, 
Her heart with rapture holy 
Out to her babe doth go ; 
And while her thoughts are straying 

Among the days to be. 
Her heart is ever saying, 
* Love me as I love thee.' 

Another hammock swinging, 

A lover bends above, 
He to his sweetheart singing 

With heart all full of love ; 

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The lovely maiden swaying 

Beneath the greenwood tree 
Has set his heart to saying, 
* Love me as I love thee.' 
So swaying, swinging slowly 
His loved one to and fro. 
His heart with rapture holy 

Out to his love doth go ; 
And while his thoughts are straying 

Among the days to be, 
His heart is ever saying, 
* Love me as I love thee.' 



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STUMBLE TOE. 

lOOK out, little hoy! Wherever you go 
Hetnember the story of Stumble Toe. 

There once was a dear little child (ah, me! ) 
And he had ten toes that were straight as could he, 
And every one was pink and white 
Where mother had kissed it morning and night ; 
And each little toe had a name (oh, woe ! ) 
And one had the name of Stumhle Toe. 

Now one little toe was called Hippity Hop, 
And he'd rmi till the others would beg him to stop; 
Another toe answered to Creepity Creep, 
And he never was still except when asleep ; 
And so on was christened each one in the row 
Till you came to the awkward Stumble Toe. 

Oh, he was as stubborn as stubborn could be ! 
And he sulked till a trial and cross was he. 
A whipping at morning, a spanking at night, 
Were never enough to keep Stumble Toe right ; 
Till at last came disaster and tearful woe 
To crown the behavior of Stumble Toe. 

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The best of good children (oh, but it 's sad ! 
Are sometimes quite naughty, although not real bad; 
Their feet get so heavy they drag on the floor 
(And when they act that way they need one spank 

more — 
'T is when they are naughty, some times, do n't you 

know) 
And they 're taken advantage of by Stumble Toe, 

Just how it was done I could never recall; 

I distinctly remember a terrible fall, 

And a bump on the forehead, a bruise on the arm, 

And my heart standing still in fearful alarm. 

So look out, my darling ; wherever you go 

Remember the story of Stumble Toe. 



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the wind's song — in the 

' tree-top: * 

UERE in the Tree- Top rest awhile, 
And harh to the wind that brings, 

From over the hay, far, far away. 
The song it so sweetly sings. 

TO A BABE. 

I dipped my wing in the green-gray seO) 
The drops I scatter are pearls to thee; 
And each white pearl is dream on dream, 
For each b a drop of the slumber stream. 

And over and over I 've kissed the clover, 
And kissed the dew ; a world-wide rover, 
From mountain and valley all sweets I bring 
To bless thy dreams while slumbering. 

Then sleep in the Tree-Top, baby mine ; 
Close those big brown eyes of thine. 
The clover bloom and the dream-pearl's spell 
I sing, my love, and all is well. 

*A Bununer cottage overlooking Little Traverse Bay. 

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The wind in the Tree-Top ever sings, 

And this is another song; 
A stronger stave from over the wave 

For the hoy with the curls so long. 

TO A CHILD. 

Hurrah for the lad 

In breeches clad, 
And a blouse like a sailor-man ! 

The boy for me 

Is such as he, — 
I will give him a coat of tan ! 

How the ribbons flap 

On his sailor's cap 
As if they would blow away ! 

His curly head 

Looks well in bed, 
I will give him a nap each day. 

He's never afraid 

Of man or maid, — 
In that he is just like me. 

The water moans 

When he throws in stones, — 
We are one when he smites the sea. 

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So hurrah for the lad 

In breeches clad, 
And a blouse like a sailor true ! 

He 's brave, he 's free, 

He resembles me — 
I love him enough for two. 

A rollicking song was that jtist heard, 
Here 's one in a different key ; 

Of beautiful days now wrapped in haze - 
A song of the days to be. 

TO A YOUTH. 

I fill the sails of wonderful boats, 
I hurry them on, I hurry them on ; 

And many a beautiful banner floats 
As I go wandering hither and yon ; 

The birds of paradise pour their throats, 

And fill the air with ravishing notes. 
Till all of the present is gone. 

The gilded clouds away in the west 

I bear along, I bear along ; 
The silver moon I rock to rest 

And send the moonlight with my song ; 

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And all of the heart's desires the best 
I waft to thee in the Tree-Top nest 
For all to youth belong. 

O youth, sweet youth, with wondering eyes, 

I bid you see, I bid you see ; 
For all of the future is your prize. 

And all good things may come to thee; 
The sunset cloud, the boat that flies, 
The songs of the birds of paradise, 

All, all are yours to be. 

And once again I pray give ear 
To a song that shall blend in one 

The future, the past, the present. At last 
The song of the wind is done. 

TO A FATHER AND A MOTHER. 

Here in the Tree-Top, blessed days 
Shall come to thee and thine; 

Hither returning, various ways 
Shall into one way twine. 

Summers of gladness, untold joys, 
Beneath this roof you '11 find ; 

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Facing the future with your boys 
Nothing shall prove unkind. 

Ever the present will be blest, 

Ever the past unfold 
Beauty to fill that place in the nest 

That is hers of the heart of gold. 



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DEEAMING AND DOING. 

r\ REAMING is pleasant, I know, my boy, 

Dreaming is pleasant, I know. 
To dream of that wonderful, f ar-o£B day 
When you '11 be a man and have only to say, 
To this one and that one. Do that and do this, 
While your wishes fulfilment never shall miss, 
May fill you with pleasure ; but deeper the joy 
Of doing a thing yourself, my boy — 
Of doing a thing yourself. 

Dreaming is pleasant, I know, my girl, 

Dreaming is pleasant, I know. 

To dream of that far-off, wonderful day 

When you '11 be a queen and hold full sway 

Over hearts that are loyal and kind and just. 

While your sweet *If you please' will mean 'You 

must ! ' 
May fill you with joy; but you'll find pleasure's 

pearl 
In doing for others yourself, my girl — 
In doing for others yourself. 



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Suburban Silhouettes. 
a ballade of co'&pebative 

COOKING. 

"THE cooperative cooking craze, 
Whicli now so many deprecate, 

Perhaps in future happy days 
The world at large will emulate : 
Then how we will congratulate 

The few who boldly took the lead 
In cooking to cooperate — 

The dames who made the old recede. 

If time shall prove our present ways 

Are direful and degenerate. 
And subject to the dreadful maze 

Of Bridget-wranglings intricate, 

With very much to agitate 
And tease our wives beyond their meed,- 

Then how we will commemorate 
The dames who made the old recede. 

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The grocer, milkman, butcher, strays 

Into our kitchens desolate, 
Where neither 'flame' nor friendly blaze 

Will welcome him affectionate. 

We '11 only hope and pray that fate 
Will send the meal we sadly need, 

And, if it tarries, imprecate 
The dames who made the old recede. 

£!nvoi/. 

On them we, smiling, turn to gaze, 

And put small faith in their new creed; 

Mayhap ere long we '11 stop to praise 
The dames who made the old recede. 



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THE DOCTOR'S RIDE. 

THE Doctor loves a thoroughbred, 

A thoroughbred has he, 
And he can ride a thoroughbred 
In a manner masterly. 

It was a day in early spring 

"When the sun shone bright and fair, 
And the birds were blithely carolling 

And flitting here and there. 

His steed stood ready at the door, 

And pawed impatiently ; 
A moment more and medic lore 

"Was banished utterly. 

Down Davis street the mare and man 

A gentle journey made 
To the road named after Sheridan, 

Then northward they essayed. 

The boat-house quickly fell behind ; 
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* Our Neighbor's Fence ' and the Doctor's sense 
Then dropped behind as well. 

The thoroughbred was taking * head,' 

The Doctor had to go ; 
Memorial Hall and the lighthouse tall 

Now to the southward show- 
Along the Ridge, on toward Wilmette, 

As though to win a race — 
They passed the blufEs, nor even yet 

Could the Doctor slacken pace. 

The roads were fine and the day was fair, 

And the balmy breezes fanned 
The flanks of the mare, and the Doctor's hair 

And his good face weather-tanned. 

On, on they sped, the thoroughbred 

And the Doctor dreamily ; 
When night came down, through many a town 

They 'd fled full furiously. 

In the Queen's domain were seen the twain, 
The man and the galloping mare, 

And many a day did pass away 
Ere his patients knew his care. 



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'Tis strange but true, tow the story grew 

That the Doctor south had been, 
To idly rove in an orange grove — 
To me 'tis all *too thin.' 

But truth will out, and what I shout 

Who is there to deny? 
Oh, Mann, beware when next your mare 

Desires with you to fly ! 



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TEE FROG POND. 

TTHERE are places in our village which delight 
the loving eye 

Of the resident or stranger who is merely passing by ; 

Such for instance are the campus, and the lake shore, 
and the parks. 

Where moonless nights in summertime show myr- 
iads of 'sparks.' 

But the place before all others that 's entitled to the 
' cake * 

Is the frog pond by the railroad track where Sher- 
man crosses Lake. 

Would you see it in its beauty, hear its swelling 

inmates croak 
Till you 'd think their apparatuses would every one 

be broke, 
Just visit it in springtime, when the rains have filled 

it full 
And listen to the bellowings of the boisterous Mr. 

Bull — 



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The sound is something solemn, and enough to make 
you quake 

As it rises from the frog pond near where Sher- 
man crosses Lake. 

Doc Webster's gentle Jersey cow at times we Ve 
chanced to see 

Made fast by several yards of rope to a neighboring 
willow tree, 

And we have wished her bigger, with an awful love 
for drink, 

Which might result in mortals being given time to 
think, — 

For then she'd soon relieve us, when she sought 
her thirst to slake, 

Of the frog pond by the railroad track where Sher- 
man crosses Lake. 



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THE FEM. SEM. GIRL. 

"THE society girl with mind in a whirl 

Who thinks but of tennis and * hops,' 
The mythical miss who refuses a kiss 

Because it is naughty, and stops, — 
The much-afraid maid who sits in the shade 

For fear she will freckle and tan, — 
Are not in the race for third or fourth place, 

The Fem. Sem. is the girl for a man. 

No dandified dude would dare to intrude 

Where his manners would surely be ' guyed '; 
No clodhopper clown but could fathom her frown 

Which surely to him were applied ; 
No self-esteemed chump with an oversized bump 

Of conceit, but would shrink at her plan 
Of making it known to what size it had grown — 

The Fem. Sem. is the girl for a man. 

Yes, the charming Fem. Sem. (there are many of 
them) 
Is a girl whom a man may adore ; 

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Her knowledge of books has not spoiled her good 
looks 

For she's nurtured in womanly lore; 
To bask in her smile is surely worth while, 

And blest are the mortals who can ; 
She is good, she is fair, and again we declare — 

The Fern. Sem. is the girl for a man. 



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LINDY. 

"THARE wa 'n't no reason J could see, 

Why Lindy had n't ort to be 
The happiest gal 'at ever set 
Afore a mirror. Why, I bet 
She 's got more gowns 'an she could wear. 
An' change 'em daily, till the Fair 
Of nineteen hundred ninety-three — 
Leastwise so it 'peared to me. 

A span o' bosses, fit to haul 
The queen, is waitln' at her call, 
An' 'bout a dozen kinds o' rigs — 
The funniest is them two-wheeled gigs, — 
An' footmen, when she sends 'em, scoot 
An' do theyr best her whims to suit. 
But with all this she seems to lack 
The happy look she had way back. 

That house o' hern ! Well, I '11 be blest 
If it ain't jest about the best 



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'At ever I set my foot in ! 
No use f er my tongue to begin 
To spell out sech a awful stack 
O' furniture an' brickybrack. 
Thare's everythin' 'at you can guess 
Would go fer makin' happiness. 

Thare's books an' pictures till my eyes 
Was tired o' lookin' with surprise. 
When Lindy told me what they cost 
I thought her senses must be lost ! 
But when she turned, her eyes all sad, 
An' like she ust ter, called me ' Dad,' 
An' put her hand in mine, I knew 
'At what our Lindy said was true. 

An' when nex' day she told me how 
She felt so kind o' lonesome now, 
An' took his little picture out — 
The baby's 'at you know about — 
An' said 'at she would ruther part 
With all o' them great works o' art 
'An with that little baby's face, 
I knowed her heart was in its place. 



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An* 80 I *m thinkin', tlio' John 'b good, 
An* gives her everythin* he should, 
He 's busy, an* maybe f orgits 
'At how she sometimes has them fits 
0' lonesomeness, an' does n't know 
'At what she cares fer is n't show, 
But love, to dry that fountain up 
'At every day fills aorrer's cup. 



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THE KISS. 

'THE fragrance of fair gardens stole 

Through silent spaces dusky, 
Detective fire-flies flashed patrol 
Down many pathways musky, 
When first he called Miss Katherine ' Kate ' 

And lost the prefix ' Mr.' — 
They parted at the garden gate, 
'T was there he kissed her. 

Her eyes were jewels wondrous bright, 
No diamonds could outshine them; 

Her teeth were such a milky white 
Were ivory judge 't would fine them ! 

Her mouth ! — no flower so sweet doth blow - 
What mortal could resist her? 

Although her lips said ' No, no, no ! ' 
'T was there he kissed her. 



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ffOW THE OTHER HALF LIVE. 

UOW the other half live, is a question I fear, 

Dear sirs, to discuss, for to me 'tis not clear 
Who the other half are. Two halves make a whole — 
On that proposition would each stake his soul ; 
We belong to the world, and when that is divided 
To which half we belong will then be decided; 
But who is among us in full glare of day, 
Not by gaslight at banquet, is willing to say 
How the other half live ? 

How the other half live ! There 's the good and 

the bad. 
And the halves are uneven, although it is sad ; 
And the latter outnumber the first in such wise 
As to discount all blessings the good can devise. 
And who is now here who would wish to declare. 
By naming the other, his own and our share? 
'T is a question that puts us all far out to sea. 
And one that may bother us eternally — 
How the other half live. 



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How the other half live ! Who is rich, who is poor ? 
If we knew who were which we might find us a cure. 
Many troubles we know are withdrawn from the 

latter, 
At the same time we wish that our wallets were 

fatter ! 
And so I have run through a numerous list 
(Which might have been longer had nothing been 

missed) 
Till at last I have come to the only division 
That has helped me at all in making decision 
How the other half live. 

How the other half live! Who the other half are, 

When discovered, solution is not very far. 

Why, who could they be, but the women, God bless 

them! 
Our own better halves! How we love and caress 

them! 
The only division to make of humanity 
Into two parts, without losing your sanity. 
Is division by sexes. Now be it resolved, 
By the light of these rhymes has the problem been 

solved 

How the other half live. 



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DON'T. 

PvO N'T use an inch rule to measure your life ; 

The horizon, the peaks in the sky, 
Are always at hand — let your living be planned 

To a scale which such objects supply. 
Do n't wear yourself out in an ignoble strife ; 

There are objects worth while to achieve, 
And they lie within reach of the humblest and teach 

A gospel the world will receive. 

Do n't gaze at a copper with look so intense 

Its impress is stamped on your mind ; 
'T was a miser was led by a penny who said, 

Look out for each cent that you find. 
Take care of the dollars, you '11 have enough cents 

To keep you from poverty's door ; 
Enjoy what you 've got without casting your lot 

With spendthrifts or niggards galore. 

Do n't get in a rut — take a main-travelled road 
Worn smooth by the many who pass ; 



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If you travel in ' tracks * you will follow the hacks 
That ought to be turned out to grass. 

It matters but little what sort of a load 
You carry or whither it goes ; 

If you journey aright the burden is light 
And you 're ready for friends or for foes. 



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AUNT MARY. 

T'HERE 'S a time at the close of day, 
When the tea things are put away, 
When Aunt Mary thinks and wink* and blinks, - 
And what does she think of, pray? 

Does she think of the days gone by ? 

And is every breath a sigh 
For the hours she spent in merriment. 

When quick were foot and eye ? 

Do those nights, long gone, return, 

And love's old passion burn? 
Of far-away June does memory croon, 

And make her poor heart yearn ? 

Or is it of other things. 

Her memory busily sings — 
Of troublesome mice and boys not nice, 

Of the cupboard door that swings ? 

If her thoughts are of this or that, 

For the gift of a brand-new hat, 
She would not tell, I know right well — 

Aunt Mary 'a the household cat. 



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